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I was an 11-day-old fetus when it started in Timisoara. Bucharest followed the next day.

I get so depressed in December because that's when it happened and it's on tv and in the newspapers, and every year I (and probably everyone else) discover more and more horrific stuff from those days.

I would literally hear my parents have sex every night. I told them to shut up a few times because I had school in the morning.

I also found a dildo at my grandma's apartment while my other cousin was there. I was looking for my grandma's medication and pulled this purple thing out(still in a case thank god), it took me a while to realize what it was and my cousin looked at me and I looked back at her. My face was probably priceless at the moment I realized what it was. I got shocked then laughed nervously.

When I was maybe eleven, my friend phoned me over because he wanted to show me something. When I went up to his house he was running around the kitchen laughing and waving what looked to me like a giant lipstick capsule. I didn't get it. Until he said, "No batteries", so he put it back into a drawer in his parents' bedroom, then I realized "Oh that's what a dildo is. His mum puts it in herself for pleasure." But I still didn't find it funny like he did. It just seemed normal to me. But I faked a couple "heh"s anyway.

I have no idea what date I lost my virginity. I do remember that it was raining that night and that we had been drinking butterscotch schnapps. It didn't hurt at the time but it hurt the next day, plus I had my first really bad hangover. I had to go to a family gathering at my grandparents, and spent half the time sleeping in a guest bedroom. Everyone thought I had a stomach virus, and I didn't dispell them of the notion.

Mine was with this skater, Steve, one evening when my parents had taken my brothers to a cub scout meeting. Who Are You by The Who was playing...he'd brought over a mix tape. I think about it every time I catch the intro to CSI.

I was 16, and he was studying anthropology at university. I had met him at a bar with a friend and we pretended we were 18. She went off with his friend when we went back to their place, me to his room, which was just a futon, stereo and blank walls. He put on Joy Division. Told me we could ride his scooter in the morning. We had sex, fell asleep and I tiptoed out at about 4am.

I was 15. He was not a nice boy. It happened in the driveway of my house and I totally fell for the whole, "if it's just the tip it doesn't count....." thing. Yeah I was so that girl. It did not end well.

I was 15. He was not a nice boy. It happened in the driveway of my house and I totally fell for the whole, "if it's just the tip it doesn't count....." thing. Yeah I was so that girl. It did not end well.

Ah, youth.

He told me "just the tip" thing too. That's actually all he did though. For like months and months. I didn't even consider the idea that he didn't mean it until much later. I'm sorry that happened to you. :(

Even worse works... mine, was an 18 year old guy and I was just barely 14, which says a lot about his douchebaggery, he said "just let me put it in and out once, and tell me to stop if you want" I didn't even know it was supposed to go "in and out" which shows exactly how unready for sex I was, for one. Then huge fucking shock when it didn't stop after one "in and out". I did tell him to stop a couple minutes later.

It was afternoon, I remember laying in the living room the rest of the afternoon thinking "I just had sex" and trying to wrap my head around how different I felt and how not different at all.

My mom pressed charges on him some months later, but they fell through because I couldn't handle answering the graphic questions needed to proceed and freaked out screaming at the police on the third attempt at an interview.

I was mostly curious and wondering what all the fuss was about. We actually tried the week before but it hurt too much so I asked him to stop and he did. I guess the mix tape made all the difference the next week. He's one of my Facebook friends now lolz.

Yeah, when I lost my virginity we didn't know anything about sex either. We were both really young and he just put it in and I sat on his lap and we were both completely still for like two minutes, said "Uhm," then stopped. What the fuck?

Am I the only one on here who lost their V card quite a while later?
Also... I was thinking a while about it and realized (while also discussing the matter with my friend who was there) that I was definitely roofied that night I got black out drunk. Blegh. At least my friend was there.

I didn't lose my V card until I was 19 so that whole "just the tip" thing wouldn't have worked on me...I wanted the whole thing by that time. My first time wasn't special, it wasn't completely awful, but the setting was strange and I was relieved to have gotten that milestone out of the way. The guy didn't know I was a virgin until afterward, he was also the same guy that told me he wanted to fix me when we were talking in high school. He called things off between us to be with a girl who I had dreamed about months before trying to steal him away from me. I even confronted him about his relationship with her and he denied having those kind of feelings for her. One week after telling me he couldn't be my boyfriend he was making out with that one girl. I was heartbroken.

I think when I had sex with him he thought he was going to have a chance at getting back with me. I don't think he took it too well when I told him I just wanted to be friends.

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